I'M JUST A BELIEVER THAT THINGS WILL GET BETTER
i don't wanna let it go
i don't wanna let it go
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February 07, 2019, 05:37 PM
(This post was last modified: February 27, 2019, 01:53 PM by Evergreen.)
Hares are not his typical prey, but he saw his opportunity and decided to risk the chance. Every stride was taken with purpose, attempting to propel the beast forward without exerting all of his energy. If he could wear the rabbit out, it was possible that he could potentially corner it. Fox’s Glade, however, was only a place he visited once or twice. The rabbit likely lived here, and knew it better than the hunter.
The hare darted underneath a fallen log. Evergreen had to make his decision quickly; either pull on the breaks, or continue. For once, the bearish wolf decided to take a leap of faith and lunged over the log.
The hare darted underneath a fallen log. Evergreen had to make his decision quickly; either pull on the breaks, or continue. For once, the bearish wolf decided to take a leap of faith and lunged over the log.
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March 04, 2019, 11:29 AM
The feline prowled through the forest, hunting foxes.
They were plentiful here; she sought to cull the bastards and make them useful. Well, their meat and hides. She had no use for their incessant barking that made less sense than the pitiful wolves that made this territory stink of their piss.
Perhaps one day, if she were bored or mad enough to do so, enter one of their lands and cull them, too.
But she'd start small today.
She'd caught one with a red pelt, a fire licked orange and sooty, chocolate legs and face. It was pretty, she had to admit but would certainly look better lining her den. She grinned around where she carried the body limp by the throat. She sized up a tree before leaping up it with powerful kicks, clawing her way up the trunk with her catch clasped in her maw. She'd rather not eat on the forest floor.
Lischo was tucking into her meal, carefully peeling the pelt back with her claws to make use of it. It tasted a bit funny, not that she was fussy -- all until a noise startled her, causing the body to slip from its perch where she held it and dangle by its tail from her claws.
Her green eyes scanned the forest floor, locating the commotion of a wolf hunting something small and insignificant in a loud manner.
She hummed quietly, not approving of he being disturbed but watched on. Her catch was forgotten for the moment, slipping slowly through her claws.
She watched this wolf leap up onto a log.
The fox fell.
She watched it fall, it would land just before the log where the wolf would jump off. She stood instantly, anticipating what was to come. It was too high to leap down, so she just watched as the body thudded to the floor.
Waiting for the reaction of the wolf.
They were plentiful here; she sought to cull the bastards and make them useful. Well, their meat and hides. She had no use for their incessant barking that made less sense than the pitiful wolves that made this territory stink of their piss.
Perhaps one day, if she were bored or mad enough to do so, enter one of their lands and cull them, too.
But she'd start small today.
She'd caught one with a red pelt, a fire licked orange and sooty, chocolate legs and face. It was pretty, she had to admit but would certainly look better lining her den. She grinned around where she carried the body limp by the throat. She sized up a tree before leaping up it with powerful kicks, clawing her way up the trunk with her catch clasped in her maw. She'd rather not eat on the forest floor.
Lischo was tucking into her meal, carefully peeling the pelt back with her claws to make use of it. It tasted a bit funny, not that she was fussy -- all until a noise startled her, causing the body to slip from its perch where she held it and dangle by its tail from her claws.
Her green eyes scanned the forest floor, locating the commotion of a wolf hunting something small and insignificant in a loud manner.
She hummed quietly, not approving of he being disturbed but watched on. Her catch was forgotten for the moment, slipping slowly through her claws.
She watched this wolf leap up onto a log.
The fox fell.
She watched it fall, it would land just before the log where the wolf would jump off. She stood instantly, anticipating what was to come. It was too high to leap down, so she just watched as the body thudded to the floor.
Waiting for the reaction of the wolf.
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